Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Brick,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.